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Who: Jetstorm, Jetfire
What: Long overdue questions
Where: Ground Zero
When:Mid afternoon
Warnings: Wibbly twins?
It was mid afternoon when Jetstorm woke, visor blinking on dimly. He and his brother had spent the whole morning flying before settling in for a nap. However, it seemed the blue mech wasn't getting much rest. Staying quiet, he looked over at where Jetfire was still out, and shifted to sit, knees up, arms crossed over them. With a small quiet huff of his vents, he propped his chin on his arm with a thoughtful frown.
With Wheeljack's help, they were both better, however Jetstorm was still troubled. Dreams lately had been disturbing things, though not like he'd expected. A warehouse he didn't recognize, though he felt he should. A figure obscured by smoke. Fire, and fear and pain, all mingling to force him awake night after night without fail.
He remembered seeing a warehouse like that on Pillow... but his brother had reacted strangely. Just like he'd gotten so evasive when Jetstorm had described his dreams to Wheeljack, the ones that these seemed very similar to.
What did Jetfire know that he didn't? Was he really hiding something like Jetstorm had initially thought?
These thoughts in mind, he settled down to wait for his twin to wake. He could ask him then.
What: Long overdue questions
Where: Ground Zero
When:Mid afternoon
Warnings: Wibbly twins?
It was mid afternoon when Jetstorm woke, visor blinking on dimly. He and his brother had spent the whole morning flying before settling in for a nap. However, it seemed the blue mech wasn't getting much rest. Staying quiet, he looked over at where Jetfire was still out, and shifted to sit, knees up, arms crossed over them. With a small quiet huff of his vents, he propped his chin on his arm with a thoughtful frown.
With Wheeljack's help, they were both better, however Jetstorm was still troubled. Dreams lately had been disturbing things, though not like he'd expected. A warehouse he didn't recognize, though he felt he should. A figure obscured by smoke. Fire, and fear and pain, all mingling to force him awake night after night without fail.
He remembered seeing a warehouse like that on Pillow... but his brother had reacted strangely. Just like he'd gotten so evasive when Jetstorm had described his dreams to Wheeljack, the ones that these seemed very similar to.
What did Jetfire know that he didn't? Was he really hiding something like Jetstorm had initially thought?
These thoughts in mind, he settled down to wait for his twin to wake. He could ask him then.